A local errand that became a statewide journey thanks to our government’s response to COVID-19 led me to three observations, yesterday:
- Judged by traffic and parking, it isn’t summer in Newport. It’s an unusually warm January.
- Toll gantries are now everywhere — scarring the landscape, looming, awaiting the flip of a switch that will start the flow of money from your bank account into the state’s poorly managed coffers.
- Every third piece of litter along the highway is a mask.
We’ve all heard the scary anecdotes from the small minority of people infected with COVID-19 who got the worst of it, and we’ve all been conditioned to feel a shiver of fear when more than 0.0001 of the state’s population tests positive on a given day. Still, in a year from now, these observations that nobody has been mentioning may prove to have been more consequential.
A year ago, models predicting a different climate a century from now were treated as harbingers of an existential threat. Yet, nobody seems concerned that we’ve turned summer into winter on America’s Cup Ave.